Released: June 27, 2020

Featuring: G Perico Daylyt Denzel Curry

Songwriter: Daylyt Kamasi Washington G Perico Denzel Curry Terrace Martin

Producer: Terrace Martin

[Intro: Denzel Curry]
Welcome to the day niggas took over

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Helicopters over my balcony
If the police can't harass, they wanna smoke every ounce of me
Breath is alchemy, see how my life converted
They say that life's a female dog, well I'm perverted
Go to jail and get murdered
Murder was the case they gave us
Manipulate the system so the prison could slave us, ayy
Nothin' can save us
Foot Lockеr, liquor stores, undercovers bringin' hordеs
Ten years plus four, little kids die at war
Mama want me baptized, swimmin' in the blood shore
Shut down schools to open guns and drug stores
Seems like the floor gotta flourish
When I'm readin' my horoscope, the vision is horrid
But you be soarin', stay woke
Rather live rich than stay broke
I'm starin' though my rearview in my pitch-black locs
My notes disappear, reappear, shit is wicked here
Tragedy all over the screen like William Shakespeare plays
Disease, the grade, increase grenades
Disease, the AIDS, I seize today
Like Wade, I fade away
I pray today, 'cause life is crazy
JAY-Z, a school of hard knocks
They want us crucified with stones and hard rocks, come on!

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Uh, yeah, look, uh, yeah
I got a different reality
The cops ain't the only one that's pointing they gats at me
The government puttin' all this pressure on back of me
My friends wanna kill me for success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from the other side come catch a body
Yeah, somethin' gotta change
The prison industry is making everybody slaves
The people that own the prisons is also making a loss
The gross of the prison system is over 7 billion dollars
Uh, so I'm trapped by the pigs
Feet poored out the car, laid flat by the pigs feet

[Verse 3: Daylyt]
Uh, see all we are VR'd, sleep in a snooze
Peeking at deacons keepin' the rules
Creepin' in rooms
Sneakin' cheeks for the doom, cats kiddin' me
Little cats killed literally
How these cats talk bigotry?
Like an Avatar forest, the machine talk, Jarvis
Whatever they hand you, it'll be y'all risk
Your hand stuck in the cookie jar, hold on to the sweet shit, beef shit
Green jackets, the old cats, feel the heat cliff, eclipse
Blacks cover the white light, cats stuck in the twilight
Why, Lyt? See, the wise life stuck in hindsight
Sign bright, read, catch up, it's monumental, don't mind your men
Mind you, in my mind intertwined you, men sign you in
Don't get no autograph from Patrick
Just collapsed shit
But don't run from Cleopatra
Perhaps you sleep, your mattress weak
Stuck like a statue, is that you geeks?
We attack you, don't act too street
We gon' ask you-
Bring the cops out, bring the cop-out
You see the pigment
We depict, the indigenous people-
Hold on to life, we don't go for the house of reps
They done trapped us in the alphabet
Our alphas can't get out the net
'Net ballin', imaginary goal
Shot clock, what's your net worth?
Chris Webber? Mmm, deep webber? Mmm
Time out, mom's house, etymology, mortgage die route
Be lesbian, buddy, you better study
Puddy holes on this muddy road
Buddy cold
They gon' pay for takin' my brother
Nas say we need one mic and they shot the brown one
Y’all done forgot the brown one
The new white Mike
Rockin' a nightgown
It's ancient
They covered his passed with his kid blanket
Y'all sleep, y'all don't see how the image changed
Remember the times, nigga
I'm here to remind niggas we kings

Terrace Martin

Beginning his career as a rapper and producer, Terrace Martin has lent his skills to artists such as Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, Lalah Hathaway, Raphael Saadiq, Charlie Wilson, Stevie Wonder and the legendary Emotions, just to name a few. Martins big break came when he produced a Power 106 radio drop with Snoop Dogg. Shattering the acknowledged rules of hip-hop production, he samples everything from funk to jazz to classical to create fresh and original tracks. His productions have made him one of the most sought after upcoming producers on the streets of Los Angeles.

Born to father, a jazz drummer and mother, a singer, Martins birthright was music. Growing up listening to everyone from Coltrane to Parliament, he began playing the piano at the age of six. Producing his first tracks on his Casio CZ101 Keyboard and an E-mu SP-1200, Martin decided to broaden his musicality and picked up the saxophone. At Locke High Martin became first chair of the All-State jazz band.

From jazz to hip-hop, Martins role models include Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Jackie McLean, John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, Sonny Stitt, Grover Washington, Jr., Dr. Dre, DJ Quik, Cali Boyz, DJ Premier, Pete Rock, and 1580 K-Day. Martin says, I started producing hip-hop tracks because it was the music of my time, but I never lost my love for jazz.